When I opened myself up to inviting Demeter into my life I
quickly noticed that as a part of that Journey along too came Hades. I don’t
have a belief in the Hell that may be depicted in a lot of Archetypal
inspiration from books, music, religion and pop culture. This made the
experience into the underworld of my unconscious all the more interesting.
I
have had experiences where Hades, or the Devil shall we call him has come into
my dreams, and when he does I have gleaned that he indeed signified a death for
me.
The way in which Hades decided to show himself in my dream during this
period of connecting with Demeter, was to take on an associated image of him
that I have imprinted in my mind from Pop culture: Crowley, from the popular
T.V series Supernatural. A.K.A Mark Sheppard.
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I have mixed opinions on the idea of death, and it was important
for me to pay attention during this initiation point in my life. I could feel
it at the core of my spirit. In the way it tested my body when reacting to
the dream and the triggers it fired off.
In the dream Crowley was talking on the phone to someone I
believed either worked for him or above him, he turned to me, and penetrated my
entire being. I felt as though he was looking beyond the vessel of my body, and
into the heart of me that was dying. I knew I was dying and I was not afraid.
When he finished on the Phone there was breath of humanity that shifted
between us and sorrow lined his face. This cold hearted, and cruel man, this
cross road demon, he mourned that the human part of me was dying.
I asked him if he could give me a little while longer, and he
showed mercy and gave me the time I needed to come to terms with what was
happening. He also from that moment on became my protector, my guider into the
unknown that was to come.
We had a document tucked into a sofa that whenever
someone came into contact with it, Crowley was right in there to make sure that
the contract was sacred between us two. I woke up not long after attempting to
pull the contract from out of the couch, and immediately knew something had
shifted inside of me upon waking.
The fear of death, the fear of my life time that has stopped
me from stepping outside my own story, and the similar patterns of the
Archetypal journey close to Demeter’s heart was beginning to be awakened again
in a fresh light. It was not gone, it had not left me, it was still there. Though my awareness to change it had grown and my drive to face it had
strengthened with the support of Hades. Never in my life had I thought to make
friends with the underworld in the way I had in my dream. In a way that was
peaceful, and empowering. It also reminded me that even though death itself is
had its negative reality inside my mind, there was also beauty in it, and there
is beauty living both the physical and metaphorical death.
I was granted my first taste of what having a God and Goddess
in my life could do. I have a physical Mother and a Father and my relationship
and understanding of them is often strained as they are two people who in a
real sense are still unconscious.
It was breathtaking to learn about Demeter
and see my own mother reflected the Archetype alongside Hades as my Father and
vise versa. It was even more valuable to see where they each played a part in
my current romantic connections that were playing out similar stories and
cycles.
No matter the association or the way they have chosen to
present themselves. In my meditations or dreams Hades and Demeter began their
journey in teaching me to be my own Mother and Father to myself. They have
opened me up to be my own center of power and protection.
To enjoy being my own
person, and the time I spend in recluse without living an imbalance in both my
light and Shadow side.
They have birthed me to the reality that death in itself
is another cycle. To let things die, that is an important part of it. It is an
important part of rebuilding yourself as a person – mentally, physically and
spiritually.
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